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"Abortion is the Ultimate Violence." #3

Abortion! It's a word that doesn't mean anything anymore, it's become an everyday word like, milk or car. But,
this multi-billion dollar "industry" does not crank out cars, shoes, paper products or steel, but cranks out dead babies, one after another, 3,500 estimated daily. DAILY! This is a seedy, filthy, money loving bloody industry and it is the ULTIMATE VIOLENCE.


Christians are being persecuted worldwide

Abortion is the Ultimate Violence #1

Please take a to listen, to think about the decision you're making, abortion is not the answer. Cry out to God for salvation, for help.

"Abortion is the ultimate violence." #2

Please don't read farther if you've had an abortion, I don't want to hurt you any more than you have already been hurt. This is written for those who are contemplating it.

Dear One

When I was in 3rd grade my baby brother died. Everyone mourned, even the neighbors and teachers. We all cried, it was such a tragic, heart- rending loss for us. His death was devastating. None of us were ever the same...not ever again. He was born a healthy baby, but died when he was only 2 months old and he had a name, James John. He was never called a "fetus".

We mourned for our Jimmy but who for the unborn aborted baby?

Fetus, what a horribly demeaning name. Most mothers lovingly imagine sweet and meaningful names for their babies before birth...Ian, Sarah, Robert, Karen, Laura...but the aborted child is called, "Fetus", which is a cold and distancing name. When a baby dies we mourn, but when we say that a fetus dies there is no attachment, no precious gift, we just get on with our lives. Fetus and "tissue" are names that are highly calculated by those in charge to be used by the abortion industry because it does not trigger the terrible mourning that the death of a baby does, and in so doing does not diminish their very healthy livelihood. $$$$$$$. They don't care about you, your child, your health, your family, your heartbreak. It's all about the money and God says that the, "root of all evil is the love of money." They must not only love money but adore money, what else would literally drive them to kill a child, a million children? Don't trust them, don't trust what they tell you. I found statistics $1/2 billion and up a year, for abortion.

 How could you contemplate this? Remember that you only have the option because someone let you live. Sadly it's legal. Ask yourself, look into a mirror and ask yourself, how can I do this and why? This is a no take-back decision, there will be no do-overs. It is violent and it is final. Youtube has many videos where you can see behind the curtain of sterile loving clinics. You can read about women leaving the clinics wounded and bleeding, while the next in line is helped onto the cold table.

Outside of many supposed "clinics", protesters are on the sidewalks and streets offering help for you and your baby, offering options and answers with all of their might. Sometimes they are arrested while caring more than mother's do.

Just think, this child is made in the Creators own image and also looking a lot like you. Your child is special and needs to be loved and cared for.

You will feel uneasy for the rest of your life, I can guarantee this. There will be a special birthday year after year with no child to celebrate with. You will be haunted by every child's face on a playground...How do I know this? My brother's name and his birthday are etched on our calendars year after year after year, my mom's eyes look distant, searching on that day, longing for the moment that she will be reunited with her son again in Heaven. She also marks the day of his death on the calendar (even if you go on to have more children, you will always remember). We do not forget Jimmy, his name is on a gravestone. (He died when President Kennedy was assassinated, so long ago, that is why I can tell you that you will never, ever forget.)

Dear one, how could you contemplate abortion?

Instead of practicing your right to choose an abortion you will actually be a willing participant in the "ultimate violence."

I was a single mom, very poor, I had a little boy. I was broke and alone and I had health problems, but I never thought of aborting my baby in spite of any of that. I tell you that because of the irony, because of they way God used his life to enrich mine. I have enjoyed this child all of his life and he is now the one who takes care of my husband and I, (my husband is terminally ill.) Our son and his family are not rich, but instead of choosing to leave us by ourselves, this son, who I raised in spite of hardship, chose to help us, bringing us to his home with his family. He is a blessing. I gave him life and now he takes care of me.

I do hope this makes you feel bad because it's such a bad thing you are contemplating. You should feel bad, because maybe, just maybe, you will not go through with this. Let someone help you, choose to do the right thing, the only loving thing, chose to save your child's life.

Your baby is alive, but her life is in your hands. What will you do?

( title quote is by Robert Casey)


Heros of the Faith in Our Time

Luther and Calvin back in the day
Sproul and MacArthur today
Defenders of the Faith

RC Sproul and John MacArthur are probably two of the most influential teachers/ theologians of our time. Bringing back a fire for God in a complacent world, in a world of born again believers who don't act like it. Authoring book after book challenging the brethren to dig deeper into His word, to follow hard, to leave all the world behind, forsaking all others, to cling to Christ alone, and to know why.
To watch these men at conferences together is an amazing and humbling thing. They are not stuffy or aloof, but down to earth men of God. Granted there are other Christians who write, speak, call people to a deeper relationship with God. Of course there are more preachers/teachers that God has raised up, but these two men of the Lord are the giants of our time causing the rest to dig deeper, pray harder, study harder and teach with more boldness and love.
1 Corinthians 10-17 "Now this I mean, that each one of you saith, I am of Paul; and I of Apollos: and I of Cephas; and I of Christ...some from Chloe's house inform me that there are quarrels among Christ divided?"
I pour my heart-Kardia out here.
In Christ's love,
Below is a link to a transcript and video from Grace to You Two great friends together. Dr. RC Sproul and Dr. John MacArthur in a discussion about Christian/Catholic unity.

What is Salvation? (In 2 Minutes) - Paul Washer

I learned a new word today...Kardia

Words really do matter and as a Christian they matter greatly...God speaks to us in His word, the written word, we are told to go unto the nations spreading the word, the Word became flesh, God's word will never pass away...words, I have found a wonderful site that teaches us the meaning of biblical words, it breaks them down so we can easily understand them. I have found the word Kardia-the heart. It's a very special word to me because the last scripture that I said to my husband before his lung transplant, leaned on his chest, whispered to him was "Trust in the Lord with all your heart.." How do we know what the mind thinks, what the ears hear when physically sedated. I do know that Jesus says, "My sheep hear My voice." Does it matter then if you are unconscious, sedated, in a coma, in the womb...are you shut off from the Shepherd at anytime? That's not what that Psalm promises. in the Lord with all your kardia.

(I wrote that Psalm in each hospital room from then on, for every hospital visit on the wipe off board. John is now in Chronic Rejection, no possiblity for a 2nd transplant, no more hospitals. He's in Hospice at our home now, but God is still using him, using him, using him.)

Yesterday he was asked to lead a men's Bible study from his hospital bed...using him, using him, using him.

John is having more chest pain now, the heart is getting tired. Kardia.

In Christ's Love,

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Trials Are The Food Of Faith

Don't Waste Your Life

I am reading, Don't Waste Your Life by John Piper.

"God created us to live with a single passion: to JOYfully display His supreme excellence in all the spheres of life. The wasted life is the life without this passion. God calls us to pray and think and dream and plan and work not to be made much of, but to make much of Him in every part of our lives."

"Most people slip by in life without a passion for God, spending their lives on trivial diversions, living for comfort and pleasure, and perhaps trying to avoid sin..."

Don't Want To Waste My Life...a wonderful song by Lecrae. It's on the right sidebar.

Something of interest, I did the Closed Captioning for the Christian TV show, Wretched, with Todd Friel. My episode is where Todd talks to a young man named Brandon, who is a wiccan. They asked me to do another, but I need a lot of breaks for my hands. I can't wait to do another though. I'm blessed to be even a teeny tiny part of that ministry.
Now, as Todd says at the end of each program...
"Go and serve your King..."


She Looks to the Sky by Sherri Youngward

We're "HOME" in a world that is "not my home"

I can't type much, my hands are giving out, but we are in our new "condo" that our oldest son has created for us. Very happy. My appointment with the specialist is Feb. 1st., so keeping that in prayer. Not a lot to say when it's so painful to say it in type. Hope they can help with this pain and swelling in my hands, heels and lower spine...the Lord knows. Update: We've now lived here awhile now and it is wonderful, thank you for praying for us.
ANOTHER Update: My hands are lots better due to a pretty intensive drug, but little pain now, although the dupytren's contracture is still there and active, but I can type and play guitar (modified a bit). Very happy and thankful for this.


What We're Reading Now

Geneva Public Library
This is a photo of the Library in Geneva, Illinois, were I grew up, and what I remember when I close my eyes...old oak everywhere, banisters down the stair case, wooden book shelf ladders that slid along the rails, the Librarian in the middle seemed perched high on an oak throne. My heart was knit to the children's area downstairs, marveled that I could take all the books home that I wanted, FREE, FREE, FREE. Trip after trip, loading my wagon, loading my arms. I could never hold enough. The cord, tied to my heart, stretched between the pillow and lamp in my closet to that beautiful stone second home across town. The stores charged pennies and nickles for treats to little ones with mostly empty pockets but the Library gave up lavishly. While mom did errands or went to the little beauty shop down the street, I begged to be dropped off at the...hush...library of dreams. The Geneva Public Library seemed so large and especially so to little eyes and feet. The Librarian who worked in the children's section was always impressed with my reading level, would suggest new books. You had to be 10 or something before you could use the adult sections upstairs. I was fine with that, but like the swimming pool, you eventually want to dive into the "deeper end." Our Methodist church also had a library, I've felt guilty all of my life because I took out, Three Came Home, a war story about missionary family, but never could bring it back, always had to read it one more time... (Sorry Rev. Carter, one of your angels was a thief). I also knew Anne Frank's fears and joys as well as my own. I shuddered at her dieing, she was just a little older than I in her photos. I wondered why would anyone kill little girls like Anne...or like me, my sisters, my schoolmates? I was always scouting for good hiding places, keeping them in the back of my mind, in case they came for us someday. I grew up to treasure, The Hiding Place, by Corrie ten Boom. A Christian sister who was sent to a concentration camp for hiding Jews. I vowed when I was a little girl that I'd hide Jews like Anne Frank if I ever could, so Corrie became a hero of mine. She walked the walk of faith and risked her life to hide Jewish families too. In Corrie's book she said that her father, a dear Godly man said one day, "Pity the Nazis Corrie, for they have dared to touch the apple of God's eye (His chosen people, the Jews)." Her father and most of Corrie's family died in the camps. She was released by mistake, a clerical error. She traveled the world, after seeing man at his worst, bringing God's love to that lost and dieing world, and her message was, "There is no pit that God is not deeper still."

So this is what I'm reading: I'm reading Twelve Extraordinary Women by John MacArthur for our book club at church and How Could a Loving God...?, written and sent to my husband and I by Ken Ham (Answers in Genesis) gift, sent from a brother (Ken Ham) in Christ because we are hurting. If you are hurting, you need this book. If you've suffered loss you definitely need this book. You will be blessed.

ps Ken Ham had written to us in the cover but I loaned it out, don't remember to, I bought another one. I learned today that the Geneva Public Library is a Carnegie Library, even more thrilling because I'm Scotish. "A Carnegie library is a library built with money donated by Scottish-American businessman and philanthropist Andrew Carnegie. A total of 2,509 Carnegie libraries were built between 1883 and 1929, including some belonging to public and university library systems. 1,689 were built in the United States, 660 in Britain and Ireland, 125 in Canada, and others in Australia, New Zealand, Serbia, the Caribbean, Mauritius and Fiji. At first, Carnegie libraries were almost exclusively in places where he had a personal connection. This would be Scotland and the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area. This would change in 1899. In later years few towns that requested a grant and agreed to his terms were refused. When the last grant was made in 1919, there were 3,500 libraries in the United States, nearly half of them built with construction grants paid by Carnegie."

Living with with the hope of Christ and...JOY

I finally was diagnosed, after two years of worsening pain and crippling hands. I have Dupytren's Contracture, and some sort of arthritis in my hands that nobody can figure out.(I am one of the administrators of the new facebook page: International Duputyren's Society.)

We are moving in with our oldest son and his family. We get the downstairs and all the love and care they can give us and we hope to love and care for them too. Blessed? Yes... Happy? No... Joyful? Most definitely! My Joy is found in Christ and not in earthly circumstances.
I want to become friends with everyone who has this please, if you have Dupuytren's Contracture write me. I'd like to hear from others too. I'll pray for you.
The photo above is swiped from a friend, Mrs. Greg Adams :) I put the saying and scripture on it...hope that's ok Nae.
Love and Joy,
"He is familiar with our infirmities and acquainted with our grief."